Discordiae - Jackson's Story

Chapter 2

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Jackson arrived in unfamiliar territory. Dark-light blossoms filled the air as music fills a concert hall... or at least it seemed that way to him. There were flowers everywhere that seemed to a emit a faint shimmer - on every wall, on every surface, on every...

Where am I? Will the weird never end? "Petra?" Jackson called out. "Petra, where are you?" He needed answers and she was always here... wherever 'here' was, when he came to be in this place his sister always seemed to be there waiting. It was as if she knew he would be here... But, this clearly wasn't the place. Where had she gone to?

"Petra? Um... Why hast thou forsaken me?" he called into the darkness as his eyes searched around the world that he found himself in. Maybe a bit dramatic, he realized, but this was a bit more eerie than he was used to and his school day had already been a lot to process.

"Forsaken you?" asked a voice that seemed to whisper through the chamber. "Whom do you think has forsaken you, dream-walker?"

Feelings of doubt and fear began to wash over him as though a primal force had begun to take hold. Something loomed in the dark that didn't wish to be seen. Anxiety fast-building to a breaking point, Jackson felt as though he were being hunted. "Well... you're not my sister..." he balked. "Where is she? Where am I? What is this place!?"

"I don't know whom you mean, child... Why don't you just sit down and relax? We can have a cup of tea," the voice said in an ominous sing-song tone, "or perhaps you'd prefer dandelion juice?"

The question hung in the air, resounding off every wall of the cave-like structure he found himself in, as though the creature seemed to wait for an answer ...or at least he thought it had. It's hard to tell when a non-corporeal voice is pausing for any reason, but as the sound dissipated it became even more quiet, than it had been as though the entity had left and taken all sound with it.

"Your people still have dandelions, don't they? Lovely destroyers that you are, I wasn't sure." the voice continued.

As Jackson's mind started to understand the area a bit more, he noticed a shadow moving in the darkness through the ebony hallways which were laden with a different form of flower. Lilies, he thought.

"I'm a bit cautious about having conversation with a shadow, let alone tea. Could you, perhaps, come into the light?" he asked cautiously.

"Light?!" the voice balked as though it were highly offended. "Overrated nonsense. What's wrong with shadows? They're quite playful. Have some sugar cakes, child." It motioned to a table that seemed to be dimly illuminated, possibly by the flowers that appeared next to. He was sure it wasn't there previously, but it was so hard to tell in the inky void. "Tell me how you got here... Your kind rarely comes here."

"I'm not sure... I don't even know where here is. Usually, I meet Petra here." Jackson admitted. He was still glancing all over, trying to find something that made sense to him. He noticed that the shadow never seemed to advance beyond the lilies, but the voice was here and then it was there. Possibly it was the table, or the flowers, or something else entirely. He was betting on the third.